A black pool formed itself at my feet. I dived in, and fell into the vast nothingness. It felt good... As good a feeling as a kick in the head can give a man.
Inside the pool I felt my memories wash my body clean. The dirt. The rust. The blood. All of it washed away, bringing to light what use to be me.
I felt my mother’s tit brush up against my hair, soaking it with sweet milky shampoo. The aroma of the mint leaves she let me suck on as a child blew fresh in my mind. Every person I declined to help within this lifetime was just a flake stitched to my scalp, and my mother washed the dandruff away. The itch in my head faded away as it fell into the black.
The calloused hand of my father scratched the dust from my arms. His nails engraved my flesh, ripping it out and exposing a lighter color. A color not tainted by the sun’s harsh glare. Every bullet I fired that hit it’s target went with my dead skin. The casings rattled as they joined my itch, down below.
Rust had formed in my fingernails thanks to my obsession with my job. Sleeping in damp wrecks days on end never helps a soul. But the thin nature of the filmstrip allowed it to sink into my nail’s crevasses. Memento scratched the burnt orange from my thumb, while Scarlet Street shaved off the erosion on my two pinkies. The middle finger on my left hand was cared for by Dick Tracy, my left by Fincher’s hypnotic thriller Zodiac. The films reminded me of all the pleasures one could have with their hands. Forming & creating, bonding & sharing. The places my hands had been as of late were far away from the innocent moments I had as a child. I let the hands of old take a dive.
My first love’s lips sucked on my toes, urging me into being humble before something once more. I use to hold discipline, a sense of moral principle. My devotion to a faith has been long gone. My elderly lover’s tongue licked the blood and blisters from my ripped feet. I was graced with the ability to submit yet again. My powerful force could be stopped, and the mouth at my body’s end revived my lust for inferiority.
Finally, the body I had been entangled with as of late greeted my mid-section. My mind would never grant me the ability to forget dearest Rabies, and I never want it to. Her whole body pushed down on mine. Nectar and molasses filled my nostrils as she expired her victorious breath into my dust filled lungs. Like a vacuum set to stun, she sucked out the cobwebs I’d been breathing in and opened my floodgates to the sweet taste of sugar. My militaristic muscles relaxed under her foam ribs. All nerves were gassed by the medusa glare she possessed.
However, I didn’t turn to stone, but rubber. Her palms twisted out each crime from my elastic chest. My resilient face was turned to mush as she dug out the murders from my eye vessels. Her adept feet tickled away the responsibilities hiding on my leg hairs.
All of them. All of my past failings. They fell to the sea I had dived into.
And then the black caught up to me, and faded into bright. My ears began to ring as I hoisted myself up off the smoke gorged ground. As my eyes adjusted I spotted a heap of ash by my side. Then my hazel bulb’s attention reached towards the sky as flame engulfed a cloud. A shrill cry rang out, but it wasn’t a voice I recognized. I put my hands to my face and felt the dirt climb into my worried wrinkles.
A few steps later I replenished my instincts. Right in time too. I dove as a rocket sprinted towards me. It tore apart the rust I was standing on seconds earlier. I fell from the third floor, rolling down a mound of garbage before resting on concrete. Pain jetted into my chest as I took a breath on the ground. My father was right, fighting this war wasn’t going to be easy.
My confidence lingered in the back of my brain before I forced it to the front. We implanted a bomb in the enemyhideout. All I had to do was find the switch, or find a way into the compound. Finding the switch would be less dangerous, but the probability of stumbling across it was next to none. On the other hand, I knew exactly where our forces placed the bomb. Knowing and acting upon what you know are two different beasts. Getting through the defenses the enemy put in place was no easy task. My father almost died doing it and to even imagine myself having his luck was only a pipe dream. My decision could alter Rivertown forever so if I was going to go out, I was going to do it the same way I came in, a blaze of glory.
I gnawed at my scalp with my undersized hands as I inched further. Their scouts hadn’t spotted me yet, a fact I can thank myself for. Had we started this mission at dawn we would have all been destroyed. Nightfall gave us cover and is the only reason I had a chance at pulling this suicide mission off.
As if reading my mind, the enemy threw up a flare. I ducked as it landed twenty or so feet away from me. No bullets rang out as they moved forward. Maybe I do have my father’s luck.
I glanced up from ‘savior’s rock’ just in time to get hit in the face with a pipe… and let the black pool fill my head with dreams yet again.
A black pool formed itself at my feet. I dived in, and fell into the vast nothingness. It felt good... As good a feeling as a kick in the head can give a man.
Inside the pool I felt my memories wash my body clean. The dirt. The rust. The blood. All of it washed away, bringing to light what use to be me.
I felt my mother’s tit brush up against my hair, soaking it with sweet milky shampoo. The aroma of the mint leaves she let me suck on as a child blew fresh in my mind. Every person I declined to help within this lifetime was just a flake stitched to my scalp, and my mother washed the dandruff away. The itch in my head faded away as it fell into the black.
The calloused hand of my father scratched the dust from my arms. His nails engraved my flesh, ripping it out and exposing a lighter color. A color not tainted by the sun’s harsh glare. Every bullet I fired that hit it’s target went with my dead skin. The casings rattled as they joined my itch, down below.
Rust had formed in my fingernails thanks to my obsession with my job. Sleeping in damp wrecks days on end never helps a soul. But the thin nature of the filmstrip allowed it to sink into my nail’s crevasses. Memento scratched the burnt orange from my thumb, while Scarlet Street shaved off the erosion on my two pinkies. The middle finger on my left hand was cared for by Dick Tracy, my left by Fincher’s hypnotic thriller Zodiac. The films reminded me of all the pleasures one could have with their hands. Forming & creating, bonding & sharing. The places my hands had been as of late were far away from the innocent moments I had as a child. I let the hands of old take a dive.
My first love’s lips sucked on my toes, urging me into being humble before something once more. I use to hold discipline, a sense of moral principle. My devotion to a faith has been long gone. My elderly lover’s tongue licked the blood and blisters from my ripped feet. I was graced with the ability to submit yet again. My powerful force could be stopped, and the mouth at my body’s end revived my lust for inferiority.
Finally, the body I had been entangled with as of late greeted my mid-section. My mind would never grant me the ability to forget dearest Rabies, and I never want it to. Her whole body pushed down on mine. Nectar and molasses filled my nostrils as she expired her victorious breath into my dust filled lungs. Like a vacuum set to stun, she sucked out the cobwebs I’d been breathing in and opened my floodgates to the sweet taste of sugar. My militaristic muscles relaxed under her foam ribs. All nerves were gassed by the medusa glare she possessed.
However, I didn’t turn to stone, but rubber. Her palms twisted out each crime from my elastic chest. My resilient face was turned to mush as she dug out the murders from my eye vessels. Her adept feet tickled away the responsibilities hiding on my leg hairs.
All of them. All of my past failings. They fell to the sea I had dived into.
And then the black caught up to me, and faded into bright. My ears began to ring as I hoisted myself up off the smoke gorged ground. As my eyes adjusted I spotted a heap of ash by my side. Then my hazel bulb’s attention reached towards the sky as flame engulfed a cloud. A shrill cry rang out, but it wasn’t a voice I recognized. I put my hands to my face and felt the dirt climb into my worried wrinkles.
A few steps later I replenished my instincts. Right in time too. I dove as a rocket sprinted towards me. It tore apart the rust I was standing on seconds earlier. I fell from the third floor, rolling down a mound of garbage before resting on concrete. Pain jetted into my chest as I took a breath on the ground. My father was right, fighting this war wasn’t going to be easy.
My confidence lingered in the back of my brain before I forced it to the front. We implanted a bomb in the enemy hideout. All I had to do was find the switch, or find a way into the compound. Finding the switch would be less dangerous, but the probability of stumbling across it was next to none. On the other hand, I knew exactly where our forces placed the bomb. Knowing and acting upon what you know are two different beasts. Getting through the defenses the enemy put in place was no easy task. My father almost died doing it and to even imagine myself having his luck was only a pipe dream. My decision could alter Rivertown forever so if I was going to go out, I was going to do it the same way I came in, a blaze of glory.
I gnawed at my scalp with my undersized hands as I inched further. Their scouts hadn’t spotted me yet, a fact I can thank myself for. Had we started this mission at dawn we would have all been destroyed. Nightfall gave us cover and is the only reason I had a chance at pulling this suicide mission off.
As if reading my mind, the enemy threw up a flare. I ducked as it landed twenty or so feet away from me. No bullets rang out as they moved forward. Maybe I do have my father’s luck.
I glanced up from ‘savior’s rock’ just in time to get hit in the face with a pipe… and let the black pool fill my head with dreams yet again.